My self-summary
I am an artist/musician who makes mistakes. Huge mistakes. One of them is being too human with people no matter who they are. Also, I tend to be too trusting, so please don't take advantage of me. :) Or you can... oh...and ask me anything...I'm an open book. I question whether I should be on here. I feel emotion too intensely and am a bit crazy that way. Not scary crazy.:P I need to allow so much loss to flow through me, though the notion of "feeling and releasing" is a mind fuck, especially when alone in bed at night when my mind fucks with me most. I have demons but doesn't everyone? Right? Right? (please say yes.) I know I'll succumb to these demons on occasion but I struggle not to.
What I’m doing with my life
Learning to let go. Making color choices. Meeting interesting people. Finding a space to paint. Getting to know LA after living in Austin for 10 years and Hoboken for 5 months. Laughing at this shit storm called life and deciding which way to paddle through the feces flood.
I’m really good at
Being a caregiver for best friends with cancer. Color. Painting. Rocking. Listening. Giving a shit. Kissing. Petting Kitties. Listening to Good Songs. Drinking. Adventure/Travel. Eating fish.
The first things people usually notice about me
My compassion. My silly hairiness. My goofy glasses. Maybe my dimples.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
When Things Fall Apart. Invisible Monsters. Fight Club. Hell's Angels. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. White Boy Shuffle. Lolita. Once a Great Notion. The Hunger Games. Geek Love. The Life of Pi.
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. Apocalypse Now. Withnail and I. Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Fantastic Mr. Fox. Last of the Mohicans. Children of Men. The Deer Hunter. Leaving Las Vegas. Jesus Christ Superstar. The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Wings of Desire. The Pillow Book. Heathers. The Royal Tenenbaums. Fargo. American Beauty. Delicatessen. The Virgin Suicides. Me and You and Everyone We Know. Dirty Filthy Love. Amélie.
The Simpsons.
Punk Rock. Nick Cave. Johnny Cash. The Clash. old Bowie. Flipper. old Stones. Turbonegro. Belle & Sebastian. Bonnie "Prince" Billy. Calexico. Neko Case. Dean & Britta. Eels. Explosions in the Sky. The Feelies. 60s soul. Otis Redding. The Handsome Family. Riverboat Gamblers. Supersuckers. Jimmy Smith. Luna. Mojave 3. Okkervil River. Sparklehorse. Spoon. Buzzcocks. The Birthday Party. Gang of Four. Motörhead. New York Dolls. Pixies. The Ramones. Jonathan Richman. Sex Pistols. The Velvet Underground. Devo. The New Pornographers. Television. Metric. Grinderman. Patti Smith. Cat Power. Wes Montgomery. Ume. Zapata Sparrow. Bionic. The Hellacopters. Be Your Own Pet. Black Keys. The Black Angels. Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Minor Threat. X. Johnny Thunders. Television. T-Rex. The Stooges. The Murder City Devils. The Breeders. Death From Above 1979. The Jam. James Dead (toot). The Damned. etc.
Sushi. Bagels. Ravioli.
The six things I could never do without
Love. Hate. Sex. Death. Art. Beauty.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Painting passionately. Seeing Cancer get Fucking Cured. Never having to worry about Money. Experiencing Long-term Love and Happiness. Not being Crazy. Living in the desert. Visiting Europe again. Living on a warm island. Writing songs passionately. Playing in a band again. Making A Difference. Leaving a Mark. Camping. Living in a Small Modern House with a Vista View that is Off The Grid. Helping people with Depression. Collecting nothing. Making a documentary. Drinking fine bourbon. Riding a motorcycle but thinking it's fucking insane in LA. Meditating Successfully. Having some sort of Faith in Humanity. Dying happy and not alone. Feeling Confident and Caring yet Worthless and Despondent. Feeling like a Fraud but knowing that there is some sort of Truth within that I hope one other Human during this life can see and find alluring. Wanting to Weep every day even though Beauty and Joy abound. How it might be to have a SugarMomma so I could paint without having to be concerned about Commercial Appeal:) Why kids seem so Damaged. Oral sex(oh giving...is that tacky to admit on here?).:P True love. My cats. etc.
On a typical Friday night I am
Nothing is typical anymore...but...
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I despise onions and mint...and that I cry. There, I said it. Oh yea the sound of bare feet on shag carpet gives me the willies and people wearing flip flops in the city kinda nauseates me.
You should message me if
...you don't mind a "crash and burn" who is quite attached to his beard...and has a lil' bit o' baggage. Ohhh scary. And if you are Creative, Spontaneous, Curious, Warm, Affectionate, Sensual, Humorous, Passionate, Possess Self-Esteem Without Self Importance, are Forgiving, are Kind - To me and yourself, and you are Patient...or fuck all of it and you simply want to.
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